The Price of Free Time

When I was in high school, I'd sit and think about my stories whenever I was bored, and my mind was stimulated because I had things to do, so I'd sit in class and write. Now I'm a good girl and pay attention to my college classes, because they don't have useless boring times in them. The only problem is, in between classes, I end up sitting in my dorm room doing a whole lot of nothing on the computer instead of brainstorming, because my mind isn't stimulated. I write a little poetry in class, but not narrative. This is like summer vacation with homework. I don't even read anymore--I used to just dvour books during the school year, but now I can't get intot hem. I think I'm going to have to start turning off the PC every chance I get, or only have a certain time of the day that I let myself get on the net. Or I could take this notebook with me to work and write whenever I have nothing to do. *Sigh*. It's tough, and it's depressing because I can't make myself do the thing I want most in the world to do.

Well, if I can't write, I can still take photos! I've been a photo-taking fiend lately. Here's some highlights:


My house


Max


Mr. Reed's woods


Freer Gallery courtyard